Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
X-101,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.